Concentration
I concentration on thee with passionate concentration
An age of undivulged unspoken adoration
Of all things sweet and fair:—
Lo! when I am with thee, the light that fell with glory
Unspoken in my youth o'er mountains grey and hoary
Streams o'er life's hill-tops, and fills all the air.
I seem like one whose heart through years of pain has battled,
Heedless of whistling bolts whose red wings round him rattled,
Heedless of awful grief,—
Who now stands, dead at last and risen and conqueror pallid,
Upon the very field where round about him rallied
The last stern square, ere death brought large relief.
Therefore I love thee so. Because thou bring'st the message
Of rest beyond the strife, and art thyself the presage
Of lordlier peace to be,
I love thee as a man might, in the midst of fighting,
Love some sweet sudden glimpse, his angry eye delighting,
Of far-off smokeless blue calm bloodless sea.
The messenger thou art to me of life immortal.
Thou standest evermore by death's dark secret portal
And all its secrets close
Are as the secrets then, most priceless and most tender,
That God's own great hands sealed within the bloom and splendour
Of the august and ever-gracious rose.
It will be very sweet for ever and for ever
To know that through the world with worn-out foiled endeavour
While all things mocked at me
I wandered through my youth, then when my manhood darkened
And when my heart was numb with deadliest long pain hearkened
To Christ and hope,—and to the voice of thee.
Yes,—very sweet to know that through my love and yearning
There came a gleam of hope—pale stormy wild hope turning
Towards God its anguished eyes—
Hope that there may be yet for each heart a Redeemer
And that the deep-eyed Christ was more than merely a dreamer;
Hope that love's song may reach supremer skies:
Just one wild gleam of hope that God was in our meeting,
And that thou art mine own beyond the feverish fleeting
Small laws of time and space:
Thou, even thou, O love; thou and the soul that gleameth
For ever through the eyes of which thy singer dreameth
For ever, worshipping thy deathless face.
An age of undivulged unspoken adoration
Of all things sweet and fair:—
Lo! when I am with thee, the light that fell with glory
Unspoken in my youth o'er mountains grey and hoary
Streams o'er life's hill-tops, and fills all the air.
I seem like one whose heart through years of pain has battled,
Heedless of whistling bolts whose red wings round him rattled,
Heedless of awful grief,—
Who now stands, dead at last and risen and conqueror pallid,
Upon the very field where round about him rallied
The last stern square, ere death brought large relief.
Therefore I love thee so. Because thou bring'st the message
Of rest beyond the strife, and art thyself the presage
Of lordlier peace to be,
I love thee as a man might, in the midst of fighting,
Love some sweet sudden glimpse, his angry eye delighting,
Of far-off smokeless blue calm bloodless sea.
The messenger thou art to me of life immortal.
Thou standest evermore by death's dark secret portal
And all its secrets close
Are as the secrets then, most priceless and most tender,
That God's own great hands sealed within the bloom and splendour
Of the august and ever-gracious rose.
It will be very sweet for ever and for ever
To know that through the world with worn-out foiled endeavour
While all things mocked at me
I wandered through my youth, then when my manhood darkened
And when my heart was numb with deadliest long pain hearkened
To Christ and hope,—and to the voice of thee.
Yes,—very sweet to know that through my love and yearning
There came a gleam of hope—pale stormy wild hope turning
Towards God its anguished eyes—
Hope that there may be yet for each heart a Redeemer
And that the deep-eyed Christ was more than merely a dreamer;
Hope that love's song may reach supremer skies:
Just one wild gleam of hope that God was in our meeting,
And that thou art mine own beyond the feverish fleeting
Small laws of time and space:
Thou, even thou, O love; thou and the soul that gleameth
For ever through the eyes of which thy singer dreameth
For ever, worshipping thy deathless face.
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